DLUX THE LIGHT BLOG

My plans on the eve of Judgement Day.

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 20 May 2011 15:53:00 +0000

So, tomorrow is May 21, 2011. Judgement day, where predictions the world will end in biblical fashion. Great floods, fire and brimstone, little demons dragging people by the ankles to depths of hells kicking and screaming "I didn't inhale! I DIDN'T INHALE!"

Are you prepared? Maybe. I walk the road of "do your best" and "do no harm." I prayed 3 to 7 seven a week depending on how many times I've been told "You Suck" by my ex-wife.

Its the day before I meet my maker and it feels like this threat of creditors "If you don't make a payment today, the full balance is due tomorrow!" Flashes of movers taking all your possessions, the HD3D TV, the leather couch, and your P90x DVDs, zip through your mind. "NO!" you scream and you begin bargaining phase of the grief process.

"Before we meet Mr. (or Mrs.) Maker, I got this thing I gotta do. Its what I love and I always told myself before I met you, this would be the last thing I do. I have been blessed in this life to have the opportunity to do what I love and serve to make this world better with the gifts I've been blessed to possess."

Getting real for a moment, my talent (if there is such a thing) would NOT be music, poetry, or emceeing. It is creativity. I chose the medium of music, poetry, and emceeing to express love for best of human potential to positive changes themselves in the world.

This day being the day before judgement day. I'm doing what I love for the youth Rigler Elementary. I'm performing and sharing my words and ideas to inspire them to keep pushing for betterment. I'm put my heart, soul, nerve, and, sinew into this performance, because tomorrow is not promised, we are living on borrowed time, and depending on the terms you sign to, tomorrow payment is due in full. Unless... we get a deferment.

One,

DLUX THE LIGHT
www.dluxthelight.com

Desmond Spann, aka DLux the Light is a spoken word poet, a positive emcee and hip hop artist, and an educator who works to help kids express themselves. We get a glimpse into his creative process, and watch him work with a group of kids. When get a chance, watch the video.
http://www.opb.org/programs/artbeat/segments/view/914

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The Offering: Why There's Greater Impact In Rap's Apologies Than Disses

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Wed, 11 May 2011 16:24:00 +0000

The Offering: Why There's Greater Impact In Rap's Apologies Than Disses

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Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 15:36:00 +0000

They say tears are prayers too heavy for our lips to speak.
The silence creeps through window
Watery blur is the moon, Push and pulling oceans in my eyes.
Walks on sand are quest for foot prints. I need to be carried.
Pulled from the Brink,
THANK GOD for this ink to sink
Emotions DEEP into the page
I must say I Apologize,
Its my obligation to promise perfect moments, By ANY Means neccessary
Buried, under scopes of smiles and laughter, are these tears
These sorrys will be the Last
Sorry for being a sorry Excuse for a hero,
you play the villain so smooth, How did I let get so close.
I'm sorry for crying now and Lying then,
MAKE BELIEVE play PRETEND, WE could begin again But ends, preceed new beginnings.

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A Gift

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Thu, 28 Apr 2011 06:03:00 +0000

Great video from the cast crew of Oregon Art Beat, "A Gift" is captured live from my performance live at elevated coffee.

http://www.opb.org/artsandlife/books/article/poet-desmond-spann-performs-children/

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DLUX THE LIGHT on Oregon Art Beat! Video

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 00:44:00 +0000

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Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 15:06:00 +0000

Striking a nerve, swerve through these words
Deliver the urge, to purge what hurts
Here on the dance floor, Its what you came for,
not the hard core but the mo better
Better wrap it in a jacket, if you get lucky
Don't judge me for what I might do tonight
feeling so good on a Busta Rhymes hype
Types? She might be it, lets mix the tonic and see what we get
Another chance to do love better
or just another cold morning
searching for your sweater
Put your clothes on,
because the show is over
stop the action games, you're getting older
not the a looker, like you once were
Now your just the vision caught in the blur

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Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 17:30:00 +0000

FREE Write
Concept:ghost of Lyrics Past.

They are Back, ALL the WACK LINES
your mind DESIGNED, Thought they Blow up
Like land mines you step on.
Takes you Back in time
Like A Land mine time machine.
Scratch that, text track
What if every rhyme manifested?
BECAME REAL Life you projected
Would you say the SAME things?
Talk about money, rings and ignore suffering.
WOULD you SAY your moms on crack
Praise the exploits she did for a hit
song.
Long gone are the Days where praise
is paid to those who Laid Life
instead of bricks to build bridges, for
you to cross.
Could of been Lost in the VALLEY of alleys,
MADLY Dodging Venom fangs,
syringe NEEDLES sucking veins,
traps baited with games,
CRAP shoots.
TRADE IN your Boots for shoes of
YOUR pleasure,
for your Leisure stroll on the BRIDGE
over the trolls, Just pay the toll.
Gotta Pay to cross.

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Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 17:32:00 +0000

FREE WRITE

Let the countdown, Begin to the Eruption
Volcanic flow to start the combustion/Engines/
training you to be something
That's never fake or is /fronting/
Like we know it ALL
and we can ball without /rules/
to the game: Don't spit the mundane
Lips making noise, only saying nothing
Is the true Definition of Bluffing
Your Poker face is laced with lies
Trying to hide cries, keep them tears in disguise

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Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 18:03:00 +0000

Truth is.....

Truth is I can't tell you, what the truth is. I can only tell you what its like.
Truth is like the sun is warm. Pleasant from a distance, but don't want to get to close.
Truth is like snow flakes, no two are alike like finger prints and DNA. The truth is like us.
We the people
like truths to be self evident,
self aware, self fulfilling prophecies
but they are elusive
only providing glimpse of disappointment and excellence.
Truth is like love.
Not completely because love loves to hate indifference.
Truth is like hate, as it motivates great potential in low expectations.
Situations when classmates stare at the truth too long and can't see how amazing you are.
You are like the truth, reluctant to reveal yourself and the colors that made you.
Truth is like a painting, self portrait, brush strokes carefully crafted to hide themselves.
Truth is like what you want to see. Beauty of intentions, when the road points to heaven.
Truth is like heaven.
Because I can only compare the truth to things I've experienced.
To my recollection I haven't been to heaven, but I have experienced a joy that left me wanting not.
A joy of complete satisfaction. It was hard to handle but not impossible,
kinda like the truth.

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No Free Write but...

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 07:35:00 +0000

http://www.theemceemind.com/2011/02/freestyle-impromptu-audio.html

Here is some audio of me freestyling! Check the link and the explanation from my other site TheEmceeMind.com.

Word!

Desmond

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Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 18:20:00 +0000

“Our lives begin to end, the day we become silent about things that matter”

So don’t stay quiet, Get up riot
When its Necessary to Beat back apathy
Love’s Adversary
Enemy to compassion, blasting distractions
Get focus on Passion, to bring the attraction
laws.
Young lions use their paws
When it’s time for play and time for war
Its serious, the city is delirious
Lost the curious, for lust of sex and bucks
Now star struck with a mortal wound
Who knew a shooting star could mean doom

You don’t care!
What do you mean you don’t care?
Blank stares from too many star gazes
You don’t care or You don’t know
You don’t know so you don’t care
I dare you
I dare you to know
I dare you to know to care and care to know
‘Cause the show is based on wholes
Flash glows, false flicker, star ass lickers
Shocked Mind Wiped Blank But
You don’t care
You don’t care
You don’t bare burden barebells
Fair, sails through wind tunnel ear canals
Mach speed 5
No resistance. No resistance? No resistance!
No Revolution
No Re-newables. No Windmills. No Wheels turning.
No Evolution
So!
You do not care
You do not dare or speak truth
You do not root, You do not hold value and make connections
You do not
You get not
Not…ting (Nothing)

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Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 03:55:00 +0000

A Grin, A Smile, A Laugh

The Calabash, gave the blast to creative explosion
Expressions became weapons of mass protection
Guarding bonds of friends solidified by

A grin

A smile

A laugh

Tony had a great one of each with a heart to match
welcomed us artist into his Calabash

A Soul’s departure always arrives too early
to those still waiting for flight
Wish they could fight for a window seat
just for one more conversation

Great people soar with you
to a destination we should all see
When my time comes for departure
I’ll be at peace knowing

A grin

A smile

A laugh

Of a friend will be waiting in heaven
R.I.P. Tony

Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 08:00:00 +0000

Thankful for the prayers, I do not hear
Silent whispers of truth in the wind
Sins upon my brow lay heavy
My mind weighed down and stressed like the levies

Gentle breeze through tunnels
funnel troubles down the drain
Pain, a figment of my imagination
Pigments in the pictures' painting
Filament the keeps my light blazing
A candle in the dark, for those who are lost
it's a sign of home.

Come now
Rest now
Family provides the best pillows
fluffed with love and stuffed with high hopes.
We come short of saints and popes
but come we must

to be embraced by trust and faith.
Two arms never felt so safe.
But they let go sometimes
to let the risk we take
ours to contemplate.

We see farther upon higher ground
by those who climbed out of death valleys
to mountain tops and cemented the foundation.
Now we star gaze
with nothing in our way
except
the wind.

Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 19:46:00 +0000

In my death,there is the voice of the righteous,
Defiance to all injustice that feeds on silence,
The riots and protest to bring the best of humanity,
To the surface. March forward on the grounds I lay under.
In my Death, I'll hold you up and watch over you.
My Death, may it serve as cries of battle,
Combat snakes that rattle our faith.
Fearful trimmers from when foundations break, and
For sakes of little fates resting under our wings of protection
Teach them to fly,
To sing,
To conduct symphonies as their wings, glide through the air.
We are beings deliberately created to be deliberately creative.
Its our native Purpose.
Our passionate nature will save what is threaten
Protect what is destined. Our Victory? There is no question.
My death, let it be the lesson
A life honorably discharged from is a life worth living.

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Free Write

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 07 Jan 2011 20:08:00 +0000

Between black and white aren't shades of gray,
But the colors of the rainbow
As I flow down slides and chutes, I listen to melodies of flutes
Guiding me home to the place of origin
Swollen members by pounding pavement
To make rent payments and keep lights luminated
Many hated during hating season, ringing bells against liberty for treason of the cause
Watered down by clause in laws
Design by shock and awe minds
Nothing mysterious leave us delirious,
Looking for help that's serious
I'm tired of too many games being played
People posing more than a game of charades

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Georgia on my mind

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 05:37:00 +0000

Thoughts on returning to the south, Atlanta to be exact:
Ya, black people!
My cunning iPod knew to play Erykah Badu, sweet.
Nothing like the smell of black and mild to bring back memories of new Livingston hall.
Steve Harvey on the radio, hell yes.
Must find open Mic. Must find stage.

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noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 00:57:00 +0000

RAD309
My return to the Mic will be magical\
Lying low now on a business sabbatical\
#MicroRhyme

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 02:06:00 +0000

No more shows this year. Besides some spot appearances in other programs, poetry slams, and speaker mind; I'm done for 2010!

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 01:30:00 +0000

RAD308
Hip hop like doing the jerk\
Take the running man and throw it in reverse\ #micropoetry #hiphop #spokenWord

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 18:26:00 +0000

Yes, I still maintain a 9 to 5. Nevertheless I'm making living off of my passions for youth development, music, and creativity. What I always wanted.

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 19:41:00 +0000

"Positive communication" will be the subject of my 1st speaking opportunity of my career. Any thoughts on the subject?

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 02:09:00 +0000

RAD306
Scared, in the jungle? its easier to run\
But They got a knife, and you got a gun\
#micropoetry

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 21:40:00 +0000

RAD305
Your dough Doritos stop lying please\
Flashing them hundreds that's nacho cheese\
#micropoetry

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 00:03:00 +0000

RAD304
More themes than mouse house Orlando, Disney\
Style out the park mantle Mickey\
#micropoetry

noreply@blogger.com (Des) — Sun, 10 Oct 2010 06:00:00 +0000

RAD303
Don't get it twisted watch your health\
Names get big but fame aint wealth\
#micropoetry